Derailed. Kind of.

We had a few goals for the weekend, and I don’t think we accomplished a single one of them. But that’s OK, we still had fun anyway.

Friday night we went for a sail. I don’t think we set out until 7 or 8 PM, and we came back around 11PM. We love night sailing on Narragansett Bay, because we pretty much own the bay at that hour of night. It’s very peaceful, and a great way to end a work week Or a work day for that matter.

I brought the boat up to the mooring while Todd picked up the mooring lines that we tie to the boat. Usually it’s the other way around, Todd drives and I pick up the lines. But we’ve been trying to cross-train me on the boat lately. I don’t mind getting to try something different, but I am often afraid of making a mistake. Our boat weighs something like 32,000 pounds, it doesn’t turn on a dime, and could do some serious damage if it got away from me at the helm. Luckily we got tied onto the mooring without any trouble, and my knuckles didn’t get too white while I held onto the wheel.

Saturday morning I ran the 5K race. I finished in 31:49, and stopped twice to walk. Overall the course was flat, but the last half of it was on the bike path, and in the hot sun. At that point I had walked. The whole race I watched an elderly man way ahead of me who did not stop once. So, here I am at 33 stopping to walk, and there was that man at a million years old who hauled ass all the way to the finish line. I think I need to get into better shape.

After the race we intended to get some work done on the boat, and we didn’t do any of it for one reason or another. The parts we needed were in a store that had closed for the day before we got there. You know, things like that. Saturday night we took our friends Sean and Heidi out for a sail. We sailed for about 5 hours, and covered about 40 miles. It occurs to me that I can jog faster than my boat can sail. So, forget about the self-esteem hit that happened at the race where I was outrun by an elderly man.

Sunday morning we woke up with the best of intentions to get work done. We got our parts, we went out to the boat. Our friend Garrett the yacht rigger came over to have a beer and distract us. The sun was hot, and we decided our time was better spent swimming. We put on our suits, piled the dogs into the dinghy and cruised by Tonya and David’s boat, and convinced them to go swimming too. Then it started to rain, so we went back aboard to wait out the rain.

The rain stopped, we decided to get some work done, when we realized we’d forgotten the cordless drill. We went ashore to go home and get it when we saw our friend Chocolate Dave launching his boat at the boat ramp. We stopped to help him get his boat to his mooring, then set out to work again when we realized that all the adhesive we’d brought to finish this project had hardened. We decided that getting this project done wasn’t meant to be, and our time would be better spent eating Chinese food. Then we learned that Dave’s boat had a leak, and we helped him get it out of the water.

OK, so to sum up. Outrun by an old guy, went sailing, did no boat work, still live in my house and not on my boat, and now I need a weekend to recover from my weekend.